Karma

And as they say, grief is only able to possess
The rotting body, clad in ancient clothes
Is left behind with a wave of the hand.

I have gone away, the bed is cold and empty
Trees bend their boughs towards the earth
And night-time birds float as black faces.

It was the hand, reaching out through the mirror
Unknown and scarred by life...
The luring eyes, you had never seen.

You have nothing more to find
You have nothing more to lose
You have nothing more to find
You have nothing more to lose.

The cold season drifts over the land
They all huddle in the brown corners.

Some would settle for less
The castles were all empty, asleep
Long awaiting their king
Beckoning round the bend.

Amidst the forest one would hear that i had been there
Draped within a fate i could not change
And always welcoming winter's epilogue.